The worst kind of decision

You see my forgiveness was surplus to requirements...  She had followed her heart, which may well have been true.  Where did that leave me?

Choices; move out, or stay around and sit by whilst she dated this low life ex-con mongrel fucker.  What choices are they?  I could not move immediately had I wanted to, by the same token I needed to be around to prevent this fool from having anything to do with the kids.

So I stay, after what seemed like weeks of being able to hear them 'do it' through the paper thin walls, I had gone mad, the choice had become leave or be charged with Murder.  So I left, a weak shell of a man unable to fend off predators, no wonder my fate was sealed in such fashion.

I want to make it perfectly clear I assign no blame to the Woman concerned regarding my habbit, it was my choice to fill a void not hers, she may have provided the void - I filled it.